A Silent Pen

A silence echoes through a heart.
The clutch of ice claims another victim.
Where once a poet's soul reigned,
only dust of death remains.

Life's cruel games -
mocking the sadness,
showing us confusion,
injecting us with pain,
telling us about reality
and its white stone of deadly chill.

But Life's games teach us
how to use the pain,
let it fuel the passions within,
make it build your fury,
command it to grant your glory.

Life's games grant us
the ability to change the white stone,
sculpting it with the gaze of life,
creating an ivory horn,
impaling ourselves upon it.

The stone of ivory melts beneath
the strain of crimson glory as
the ebbing pain flows from
the gash of creation,
and the passion fills the gaps
words leave behind.